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Che

Last night, I dreamed that I saw Che, puffing on a cigar.
Larger than life, he smiled, “I am not a spirit
I am not a dream. I am a man who lives
As long as the hungry of the world struggle for food.
I live as long as one child’s belly screams and aches with hunger.
I live as long as our people thirst for water.
I live as long as one peasant lies ill with ignorance.
I live as long as the world’s wretched suffer without health care.
I live as long as one abused as “redskin, spic, or nigger”* thirsts for justice.
I live as long as we poison the world for the wealthy.
I live as long as the wealthy steal the wealth of the world.
I live as long as one woman picks up arms for justice.
I will live until the last victory.”